The story of Alora and Halbrand, two lovers who were set to fail. The Elvish Princess of Lindon. The Rightful King Of The Southlands. A love story filled with war, despair, magic and prophecies.
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"Evil does not die...It changes shape." Alora said out loud as she closed one of her books and set it on her already messy table. "It also awaits." Another familiar voice said from behind her, the elven princess turned to see who it was and a smile appeared on her face, recognizing the voice. "You have returned." Alora said withholding herself from running towards her friend, Galadriel, since Alora's handmaidens stood by her door. "Could I speak with Galadriel in private?" She asked the maidens who gave her a nod and opened the door walking out in formation. They both waited until the door closed fully and Alora hurriedly walked over towards Galadriel pulling her in tightly for an embrace.
There was no denying that Galadriel had a soft spot for Alora, in fact, she was the only one Galadriel allowed to hug her. They had known each other for decades and Alora being the daughter of the High King of the Elves, and promised wife to Finrod, Galadriel had been very protective of her. The pure kindness and innocence, and spirit that Alora possessed was something that everyone knew her for. The princess had always been the odd one out, her amusement of mankind and dwarves had always made her seem unnatural to other elves, all except Finrod, Galadriel, Elrond and Sorin who deeply cared for her.
"Any sightings of Orcs?" Alora asked her as she pulled away and Galadriel nodded as they walked over to the door. "The same sigil that was on my brother was there marked on the table we found." She began to tell her as Alora listened intently and they walked out of her room to the gardens she usually attended to during that hour.
They both are alone in the sweetly smelling garden and Alora touched the flower growing next to the athelas. Galadriel watched her as she attended to her garden and looked around to see just how alive her plants were.
"I am afraid I have to ask for an audience with your father, your grace." Galadriel mentioned to her and Alora sighed lightly smiling. "I have asked Elrond, but he believes different." She added then her friend kneeled in front of her flowers untangling their leaves from each other. "What did he say? Elrond." Alora asked her and glanced up to her. "His words are stuck in my mind, echoing ever so torturously." Galadriel responded as she touched one of her flowers making sure to be careful when admiring it. "Elrond does love having that effect on everyone. Knowing our dear friend, he couldn't have been cruel." Alora said then stood up and looked to Galadriel who kept her eyes focused on her flowers.
"He said if I test the High King again...He would be less receptive." Galadriel said disappointed in Elrond's words and Alora chuckled light shaking her head at her which made Galadriel look to her confused. "My father when continuously tested will be less receptive, that is true. What else did Elrond say?" She asked her and now Galadriel looked to Alora. "That if my feelings are the same after the ceremony, he would arrange an audience with your father." She answered and Alora nodded then inhaled a breath.
